When I think of what it means to be alive and how
we have to fuss away the day with doing so many things
just to maintain our mere existence: life becomes just
a state of responsibility. Nothing really more.
You have to do this; you have to do that.
Your super ego is your mother somehow becoming you.
It is not necessarily how we like to think of life-
that it is just having to do stuff. Be it brushing one's teeth
or killing that fly. Life is just chronic. You can't take a break.
There is always something to do. And when there is not,
there is a poem to write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem